She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Hey, personally I like to dip my wick in as many feminine flavors as are available. But I'm just an openminded guy. Frankly anyone that has a problem with that is probably a beta sodomite fagg0t.( . )( . ) said:Our resident SWPL race cuck projecting a bit there by any chance? I'd imagine if anyone gets a chub every time a black person person smiles at them it's going to be the guy continually lamenting America is too white, that'd be you my status jockeying friend. Just saying
Hell if greater America knew the real reason you guys continually bucked for endless immigration and complained America is "too white" we probably would have chipped in for some plane tickets....you animal you. We just thought you were self hating weak whyte race cucks trying to score sh!tlib preening points.FairShake said:
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Great. Now you've been doing this SWPL gig for years yes? Hypothetically what's the quickest way the average whitey can net the most lib-credit points? Embrace his inner cuck or upload his attendance in the latest non-white grievance protest? If said white guy was a bit lazy could he just spend a few hours complaining America is "too white" online?FairShake said:
Watch reruns of mysocalledlife on your IPAD sipping an organic chai latte in your funky colored New Balances taking a selfie while camping.( . )( . ) said: